HM watches everything I do. When I put lotion on her, I'll rub my hands together to warm it up, so each time I bring out the bottle, she'll start to rub her little hands together. And now, when she sees a bottle of Diet Pepsi, stuff that in her little baby mind must be the equivalent of grown-up gold, she screams and cries and is all "Give that to me now! Bad Mom! BAD MOM!" Fun times in the grocery store.
But still, I've persevered and had my Diet Pepsi. What can I say? Aspartame is addictive. I don't drink too much wine, I don't lie out in the sun, I don't even eat red M&Ms, so I deserve one vice. HM and her developing manual dexterity, however, have made it evident that this vice, too, needs to go. Today, she grabbed a bottle from the graveyard that is my backseat and was playing with it. Did I tell you that she imitates me? She pretend twisted the top off, took a pretend sip, started at it, really twisted the top off and...dumped my half-drank DP all over her cute self.
Yep, time to give it up.